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Aug 19, 2009 02:53PM
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The otters of Nort decided to pay a visit to redwall.
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Queen Woca of Nort Had been wanting to visit redwall a long time ago, and finally decided that she would just go already today."I don't see why we have to go and visit those old fools!" Glor complained. He was rapped sharply on the ear by one of the old otterfolk. "They arn't fools; thier kind hearted beasts. Remember that or instead I'll take your whole ear off!"
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Felix the mysterious black otter materialized in front of Queen Woca. "There's a band of vermin ahead, O Queen," Smoke joined her brother at the Queen's other side."There are 7 of the beasts," Queen Woca called over Beechr. "Rally 5 otters, be quick about it, I want to make it to redwall by tommoro's eve."
((bree could be prisoner of the vermin and the otters rescue her))
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Beechr Chose River, Reed, Streamlight, Selena, and flo for the tiny army
"Why cant I go?" whined Glor. "Because," said tho old otterfolk,"You get to caught up in battle. Now stay here and help Heevoa cook lunch!"
The otter patrol swiftly folled Smoke deeper into the forest.
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((uggg, i HATE IT when that happens!))
((uggg, i HATE IT when that happens!))
((GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!))
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((Ok, since you said its ok im gonna makr bree be already be cptured))
((Ok, since you said its ok im gonna makr bree be already be cptured))
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((THATS WHAT I HATE HAPPENS!!!!!!!))
The otters surronded the vermin band, that was made up mostly of ferrets, weasels, and rats. Their leader, Goodslayer the Rat, was bossing around some of the ferrets in the small camp. "This fish is the worst I ever tasted!" He yelled at Blacktooth.
"Well, boss, it aint or fault, Longbranches patrol caught et,"The Otter patrol raised bows and slings, ready to fire on command. Beechr strided slowly on to the vermin camp.
((ok thats fine w/ me))
All was silent in the camp. Who dared to walk into the middle of a vermin band? There were a few moments of silence as Beechr swiftly walked to where the captives were held."Hmm, a bit scrwany, if I do say so myself," He said loudly. Then the vermin group regained their senses." Whatr you doin in our camp?" Goodslayer snarled at Beechr.
Beechr wacked Goodslayer on the paw with his sling."Owow, me butiful paw, wot have yew done that foor?" he whined."That's for not being nice to a guest.I do say, you need some proper manners." Beechr blinked solemly at the vermin.Longbranch gave out orders to surrond the otter and the prisoners.Blacktooth drew his short sword at the brawny otter.He reapeted Goodslayers question."Yew haven't answerd the question, an' yew know what wes do to otters whu don't obey?" He raised his sword."We kills them!" Just as he brought his sword down, it was wacked out of his paw by a sling stone, then anotherone to the jaw, and he was unconcious.The other vermin had similar fates.
Beechr and River helped free the slaves."Burr, hello koind zurrs, oim called Mooky an' oi thankee you foir rescuing oi,"said a furry mole tied up.
The other prisoners, a black squirrel and a mouse, were unconcious. They were taken back to camp by Streamlight and Selena, along with Mooky the Mole. River, Reed, Smoke, and Flow stayed with Beechr as he ectracted the weapos from the vermin. He put the daggers and swords in one pile, then the bows and armor in another pile. Then they tied the weaponless band onto a ash trunk, then gagged and blindfolded them. Then the piles were bond together by a binding made out of the vermins slings.
When the otters went back to camp, they were greeted by a hearty meal of hotroot and shrimp soup. Sezior the healer treated the otter patrol's wounds with a mixture of dock leaves and lavender. There were no serious wounds, but Selena and Beechr had a few cuts.
((WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE HERE!??!?!?!?!))
Queen Woca made her otters travel till sunset, and they made camp in a clearing next to a stream."I wanna go inna 'vater!" Bubbles the otterkitt cried."H'I wanna go h'too," seconded Slidy, Bubbles sister.
Heevoa shushed them a rounded them in to a makeshift lean-to.Jakeo led a foraging patrol for extra supplies.
Sezior and Lena tended to the wounds of Bree and Marcie.
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Haaken had witnessed the distruction of the vermin band and was following the otters quietly.
"No problem," replied Lena gently. She continued tending to Marcie, who was unconcios.
Deep into the forest, the vermin band had cut through the ropes that were once around them.Goodslayer the Moody had succesfully managed to get his blind fold off, and was stubling down to a stream. When he was scooping water into his mouth, his paw caught on something sharp.His Whip! Goodslayer smiled evily. He would get revenge on those stinkin' otters. Nobody pushed around Goodslayer the Moody and got away with it,no. He would kill them slowly, especially that big brawny otter who had whipped his paw. He would tourture him, stretch out his life, until he begged for death."When my band has healed," he thought to himself,"I will seek out that gypsie fox, she will tell me what to do. Yes, I will go and see her. She has never failed me."
Even deeper into the forest still,a she fox was consulting the great god, Dezexx, ruler of Evil."Go to Goodslayer and you will get your revenge on those otters," He told her."Go to them, to prove you are still loyal to me. I will help you raise an army, and you must appoint Goodslayer captain of that army. He will lead you to revenge."the fox bowed bowed her head to the night."Your word is my command, O ruler of Evil. I will do as you say." A dangerous glint enterd her eyes. She would get revenge, for she was Arukaka Moor, the Tailess Fox!
Marcie is STILL unconcios.((!!!!!!))
Marcie snored in her unconciousness.
Marcie started sucking her thumb/paw? in unconciousness.
We think Marcie is dead.:(
"We are the otters of Nort," said Sezior.
"We are tending to the wounds that you sufferd from a band of vermin."
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Akkira was in one of Redwall's many gardens, trying a few passes with Martin's sword. She loved the feel of it in her paw and was saddened that Abbot Loktok might make her leave it behind when she ventured far from Redwall again. Forlont the hare practived with a stave beside her.
"Sure," said Gatroy, hading her a longbow made of yew, and a quiver full of red fledged feathers.
